Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Let the window down

Feel the moonlight on your skin
Desert wind, cool your aching head
Weight of the world

Drift away instead

Oh, these days I hardly get by

I don't even try

There's a treacherous road

With a desolated view
As distant lights
They hear their foreign view

Sun don't shine
Even when it's day
Drive all night

Just to feel like you're okay

Oh, these days I barely get by

I don't even try
I don't even try